Already long ago, from when we sold our vote to no man, the People have abdicated our duties; for the People who once upon a time handed out military command, high civil office, legions — everything, now restrains itself and anxiously hopes for just two things: bread and circuses.
Such men as fortune raises from a mean estate to the highest elevation by way of a joke.
Even savage animals can agree among themselves.
Rare indulgence produces greater pleasure.
Autumn is the harvest of greedy death.
A rare bird upon the earth and very much like a black swan.